Hermione shivered as she walked down the hall after doing detention with Professor Sprout. She was angry with herself. Never before had she had detention with Sprout. She was normally polite and quiet in class, but this morning she had argued with the uses of Stink Sap. She had just finished 4 hours of worm sorting. She scraped a bit of dirt from under her nails. Gross. she thought to herself as she walked briskly along the corridor.
"Well, well well. What do we have here? I smell a filthy little mudblood!" A familiar drawl sounded.
"Back off, Malfoy. I'm not in the mood for your childish antics.." She growled.
"Ooh, looks like the mudblood needs to let off some steam." He drawled before lunging and muffling her screams with his strong hands. he dragged her into an empty classroom. He did several silencing charms then bound Hermione's hands with some rope.
"M-Malfoy..What are you-!" she squeaked as he slapped her. He placed a piece of Spell-o-tape on her mouth and yanked off her robes. He started un-buttoning her blouse and pulled off his own shirt. Realization dawned on her as he pulled her shirt off, leaving her in her bra. Tears spilled out of her eyes as his rough hands pulled off her skirt and panties. He pulled her hair, shoving her against a desk. The pain seemed to last forever, his strong hands leaving bruises. He punched her and slapped her. He pulled of his jeans and raped her. Hermione felt as though she could die- until Malfoy finally climaxed. He kicked her hard and Hermione was sure that her ankle was sprained. She lay on the cold floor of the classroom as Malfoy got dressed and departed, removing the tape before he left, but Hermione's arms remained bound, behind her back. After what seemed a lifetime, Hermione heard voices as she lay on the floor, sobbing and covered in her own blood.
'Hermione!' Ginny cried, as she entered the classroom, stopping her animated chat with Harry. Harry turned away for Hermione's modesty, as Ginny lay her robes over Hermione's bruised and battered body. 'What happened!?' Ginny said softly, helping her up and passing her clothes back to her. Hermione managed to choke out 'Tellyoulater' before grasping her stomach in pain. Ginny helped her get dressed before Harry turned around and helped Hermione back to the dorms.
"What time is it?" Hermione asked softly, as she lay on her bed, an ice pack atop her head.
'2:30 am. What happened? You never came back to the common room, so Harry and I decided to try and find you.' Ginny said, settling on the edge of Hermione's bed.
'After detention I was just walking back and Malfoy ambushed me...he...well." Hermione couldn't finish her sentance, it was too hard to bear.
Ginny looked horrified. 'You've gotta go to Madam Pomfrey. You could be pregnant!' Ginny whispered, hating Malfoy to such an extent. 'Unless, he didn't ya know..'
Hermione sobbed harder, nodding that he did. Ginny wrapped an arm around her and gently said that the chances were very low, until Hermione fell asleep.
'Man, I'm serious. She was bloody and bruised...You ought to talk to her.' Harry told Ron, back in the common room. Ron looked worried and asked Harry to recount what happened again.
'Me and Gin went to find her at around 2:00, heard someone crying in a classroom and there she was, all crumpled on the floor, clothes in a pile on the other side of the room and her hands bound. I turned around while Ginny got her dressed and helped her up.' Harry said simply.
'You don't think...someone might've raped her, do ya?' Ron said, worriedly. Harry's eyes widened as he glanced at the Girl's Dorm Room door.
Hermione came out of her dorm with Ginny the next morning. Her hair was frizzy as usual but she had dried blood on the corner of her mouth and her face was bruised. Ron and Harry had kept an all-night vigil, so as to not miss Hermione in the morning when she came down. Ron rushed to her and helped her to her favorite, cozy chair by the fireplace. After sitting in the chair next to her, he gently asked her, ' Hermione, what happened last night? If you don't want to talk about it I understand." He said gently.
Hermione cleared her throat then quietly said, "It was him. Malfoy. He caught me off guard and..." She broke off, not being able to say anymore.
Harry looked shocked, but Ron looked horrified. "Do you feel like eating? Or do you just want to stay here?" He said, standing up.
"N-nothing, thanks." She said, a few tears slipping down her cheeks where yellowish bruises were forming.
'Then I'll stay here.' He said sitting down. 'Oh Ron, I just need some time alone. Please, if you want to help, can you help me over to the Prefects Bathroom? I wanna get his scent off me." She said quietly.
Ron helped her up and she put his arm around his broad shoulders. When they got to the Prefects bathroom, she walked in the turned around. "Ron. Don't you dare go beat up Malfoy. If you get another detention, you'll miss Quidditch Practice or get behind of homework. Promise?" She said.
"I promise. But I can't say I won't pulverize him the second we are out of school." Ron said angrily.
Hermione managed a small smile then started running a shower. She tried to not think about that night but the memories just wouldn't fade. After taking a long shower, she got dressed and began the usual war on her bushy hair. Eventually she just gave up and tied it in a pony tail, brushed her teeth and straightened her robes before leaving the bathroom, feeling refreshed, though still achy. Ron came jogging down the hall, to help her back to the Gryffindor Tower.
'Hermione, there's a Hogsmeade trip tomorrow. Ginny and Harry want to spend the day alone together...maybe we could get a butterbeer...only if you want to, you don't have to say yes, it's just a thought.." Ron said sheepishly.
Hermione threw her arms around his neck and hugged him, "I'd love to go with you!" she said, making his face glow red.
"Then it's a date." He said merrily, helping her back to the Common Room.
For the rest of the day, Ron seemed to be in a happy mood. Crack jokes while he and Harry played wizard's chess, sitting with Hermione while they did homework together. And for the first time, he seemed to approve of Harry and Ginny's budding relationship. It was now the Christmas break, and almost everyone had gone home. Only Neville, Harry, Ron, Ginny, Hermione, a pair of third years and one seventh year remained in the Gryffindor Common Room. Hermione lay sleeping on her favorite chair, Neville working on Snape's moonstone essay, Ginny lay on a couch, her head in Harry's lap, her flame red hair tumbling all around his lap, as he stroked her flaming locks. Ron sat reading The Daily Prophet, until Hermione sat up, clutching her stomach. Ron leaped to her side.
" Are you okay?" He asked, brows furrowed.
"Fine. stomach cramps. It's nothing." She mumbled
Not altogether convinced, Ron transfigured a blanket for her from a cushion and draped it over her small form.